Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.